All These Years

Chapter 4

Inside of me there was a constant strungle between my conscience and my heart, looking for a definitive ajust for determinate what would i do, putting all in order and accomoditing based on some outputs: give way to the truth, scream it to get free of around 6 or 7 words that haved live in my tongue's point for along time or swallow them again and expel them without return until i get over it and forget about your existence.

I opted for this last, something that i lot of people going to think It's cruel and coward, but i didn't think on you, i thought on me, about the repercussions, the probable and predictable 180 turn with which a lot of things would change, the rumors wouldn't stop and would 've been probable that the discontent and our image would living on the ground. Walk away was the best way of not affect to you, because at this point i already was thinking about you, about your safety like a human.

 But in some days in which suddenly your name sounded on my mind, at the same time i asked myself ¿Will you think about me? Either for good or bad. But i took in count the fleeting that all that was and concluded that no, is more, in some time i was too sure that you should have forget about my pleasant existence. I did everything so the madness do not power on me and keeping strong and decided to get over about you like a exit to all this.

 That simple, you disappeared off my mind, i moved on and i adopted new hobbies with the purpose of focus my time and dedication in other and more creative and exquisite things, the first song that i wrote. far away from the civilization known and concurrent that i used to, i did it like a trying, and trying to think something new, not about you. But it was imposible, the frequent, the beat and ryhmes were grouped around those moments in which you were above all the whole scene, present in my heart and running all my being.